Last time I crossed the hill,
Tari tari tari tari, ta ta,
(Repeat the first line in each verse)
I heard the jugs a-ringing,
I, a merry boatman,
I should like to tari ta ta,
I, a merry boatman,
I should like to drink.

Landlord sell me a jug of wine,
Tari tari tari tari, ta ta,
The jug was cracked at the bottom,
I, a merry boatman,
I threw it, so that it tari ta ta,
I, a merry boatman,
I threw it, so that it splintered.

And when I'd had me wine,
Tari tari tari tari, ta ta,
That landlord wouldn't let me go,
I, a merry boatman,
I hadn't any money for tari ta ta,
I, a merry boatman,
I hadn't any money for to pay.

They then stripped me naked,
Tari tari tari tari, ta ta,
They threw me into the barn,
I, a merry boatman,
There from cold I couldn't tari ta ta,
I, a merry boatman,
There from cold I couldn't last.

And as I lay there in that barn,
Tari tari tari tari, ta ta,
'Twas then that I thought,
I, a merry boatman,
If I now got the landlord's tari ta ta,
I, a merry boatman,
If I now got the landlord's daughter.

When I'd had the landlord's daughter,
Tari tari tari tari, ta ta,
How d'yer think she paid me?
I, a merry boatman,
She gave me two nice golden tari ta ta,
I, a merry boatman,
She gave me two nice golden crowns.

The gallant frigate, Amphitrite, she lay in Plymouth Sound,
Blue Peter at the foremast head for we were outward bound;
We was waiting there for orders to send us far from home;
Our orders they come for Rio, and thence around Cape Horn.

When we arrived in Rio we prepared for heavy gales;
We bent on all the rigging, me boys, bent on all new sails.
From ship to ship they cheered us as we did sail along,
And they wished us pleasant weather in the rounding of Cape Horn.

In beating off Magellan Strait it blew exceeding hard;
Whilst shortening sail two gallant tars they fell from the topsail yard.
By angry seas the ropes we threw from their poor hands was torn
We were forced to leave them to the sharks that prowl around Cape Horn.

Now when we got round the Horn, my boys, we had some glorious days
And very soon our killick dropped in Valparaiso Bay.
Them pretty girls came down in flocks; I solemnly declare
That they are far before the Plymouth girls with their long and curling hair.

Because they love a jolly sailor when he spends his money free,
They'll laugh, they sing, they merry, merry be, they enjoy a jovial spree.
And when your money it is all gone they won't on you impose,
They are not like them Plymouth girls that'll pawn and sell your clothes.

So it's farewell to Valparaiso and farewell for a while,
Likewise to all them pretty Spanish girls all along the coast of Chile;
If ever l live to be paid off l'll sit and I'll sing this song:
"God bless them pretty Spanish girls we left around Cape Horn."

They call me Hanging Johnny,
Ch: Away-i-oh!
They call me Hanging Johnny,
Ch: So hang, boys, hang!

First I hung my mother,
First I hung my mother.

Then I hung my brother,
Then I hung my brother.

A rope, a beam, and a ladder,
A rope, a beam, and a ladder

I'll hang you all together,
I'll hang you all together.